At that moment, suddenly, the voice of Hong Qingxuan came from above.
Lin Feng looked up, only to have his expression drastically change.
High above, thousands of feet in the clouds, Hong Qingxuan and Huang Yao stood still, and between them, a gaunt-faced, gray-clothed old man also stood.
This old man's aura was unfathomably deep, like an endless abyss, his depths impossible to discern.
And now, the old man's somewhat aged palms rested on the shoulders of Hong Qingxuan and Huang Yao.
Both Hong Qingxuan and Huang Yao, one with a cold expression, and the other showing fear, were clearly under the old man's control.
"Disciple Brother Lin Feng, quick, save us," Huang Yao cried out in terror.
Hong Qingxuan said nothing else; the old man was a Martial King, Lin Feng couldn't possibly save them.
"Who are you?" Lin Feng frowned deeply, staring intently at the gray-clothed old man.
"If you want to save these two girls' lives, do as I say."
